Hi folks!

I certainly will finish my fanfic HTTYD 2: Starring Astrid Hofferson first, but I kinda wanted to test the waters for my new story.

It's an AU with at least one OC (maybe I'll add more as the story progresses).

Please enjoy this brief Introduction and tell me what you think. That'd help me a lot!

Thunderbolts struck relentlessly, each forking its way down to earth, briefly illuminating the all-embracing darkness. Boom. Boom. Boom. Thunder roared, resembling the cry of frenzy of Thor himself, deafening, furious, unforgiving. Atop the cliff, illuminated by the flashing thunderbolts, stood a figure, shaped like a human, yet not yielding in front of the unfathomable storm that had been raging on for the past two days, reaching its peak this very night. Fierce gusts of wind tugged at the person's cloak, causing it to flutter vigorously. The face was hidden behind a ragged hood, but another sudden flash of lightning revealed a malicious half-smile. There was no telling the person's sex, until it raised its voice. A man's voice, full of grief and scorn, despite its apparent youthfulness.

"Don't worry, mother. I will live up to your expectations and fulfill your final wish. I promise."

The young man fell silent again, but only for a brief moment. He pulled back the hood, revealing unkempt red hair, which covered one of his eyes. The other one, emerald coloured, shared the deep grief of his voice. The youth faced the sky, subtly inhaling. A dragon's roar sounded through the air, but not a single flying reptile was to be seen. A few minutes passed and nothing seemed to happen, until, all of a sudden, the thunderbolts started to act weird. All of them struck into a certain spot, however, this spot was in mid-air, approaching the cliff at great speed. When it stopped, only a few meters away from the youngster, it turned out to be the highly secretive, elusive creature that is known to ride lightning bolts from the book of dragons. The Skrill.

It hovered in mid-air, continuously flapping its enormous leathery wings. Its whole body was coated with lightning, its cruel eyes trained on the young man, who, despite the intimidating appearance of his adversary, hadn't moved the slightest. The dragon roared furiously, baring its razor-sharp teeth, and intensifying its electric coating. The youngster finally made his move. He did not flee. He simply raised his right arm, gesturing the wild beast to stop.

"This is not the time to play around, Voltage," chided the young man.

The Skrill's electric coating dispersed immediately and it landed in front of the youth, who had stepped back to make way. The dragon pushed its snout against the boy's palm and closed its eyes. A saddle was attached to its back and the youngster skillfully mounted the dragon in one single, fluid movement.

"We will reign over a whole island, my friend. An island called Berk."

Voltage roared in agreement and shot into the night sky.

"Now just you wait... Hiccup."

A sardonic laughter escaped from the youngster's throat as he disappeared into the night.